My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 652:noveldrama

Luca leaned back thoughtfully for a moment before replying. “Actually, since the family reunion banquet is still a while away, this would be a great opportunity. Reece and Arion should take Carrie with them. It will be the perfect chance to introduce her to everyone and make it clear she is a cherished member of the Morrison family—not someone they can disrespect.”

Reece’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Great idea. Kyson and Daxton are close. We should invite Daxton to join us as well.”

“Exactly,” Luca agreed, a hint of approval in his gaze. “Having a witness like Daxton would make it even better. We should absolutely bring Daxton along.” He gave Reece a nod of approval. “You always have a way of thinking things through.”

Two days later.

Carrie found herself stepping into a whole new world. For the first time, she was attending an event as part of the Morrison family, and they had spared no effort in making her debut remarkable.

A professional styling team had been brought in well in advance, and Jenesis, ever the perfectionist, had ensured no detail was overlooked. Concerned that the men might miss something, she had even invited Camille to assist with the preparations.

Exclusive seasonal gowns from luxury brands arrived in abundance, their elegance and opulence almost overwhelming. Jenesis held up a golden backless gown, her expression alight with excitement. “This one would be perfect for you, Carrie.” Camille

Jenesis leaned in, her eyes sparkling as she studied the gown. “You are right! With those shoulder blades, Carrie would look absolutely stunning.”

Before Carrie could respond, Reece stepped forward, took the dress from Jenesis, and unceremoniously tossed it onto the couch. “Not happening. There will be plenty of male guests at Kyson’s party, and this dress is inappropriate.”

Surprisingly, Arion, who usually loved to challenge his brother, nodded in agreement. “Exactly. Wearing that would give those guys an undeserved show. None of them are worthy of seeing my sister like that!”

Carrie froze for a moment, the scene triggering a memory. Kristopher. He had always hated it when she wore revealing clothes.

The same protective air, the same familiar tension, yet everything was different now.

Jenesis noticed the momentary shift in Carrie’s expression, and something stirred within her. She glanced at the discarded dress, a wistful smile playing on her lips.

It felt painfully familiar. Back in her own youth, Kody had been the same way—strict and unyielding. He would not let her wear anything backless, deep V, or too short. Her curves were hidden beneath modest designs, and the media always described her with words like elegant and intellectual.

Shaking off the memory, Jenesis crossed her arms and declared, “You all act like grumpy old men. Carrie is in the prime of her youth! If she does not show off a little now, when will she? At seventy or eighty?”

But Carrie, unfazed by the debate, let her eyes wander over the racks of clothing. Her gaze caught on a deep purple suit—a bold, masculine design that exuded sharp sophistication. The vibrant color struck a chord with her.

Moreover, with her freshly cut short hair, she found herself drawn to the effortless elegance and striking sharpness of suits, a welcome contrast to the restrictive and overly elaborate nature of long dresses.

“I’ll wear this one,” she said decisively, pointing to the suit.

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